Finding Forgiveness in the Tragic


My son almost drowned last week…in a pool full of lifeguards…during a swim lesson. And, truthfully, the experience still haunts me.

A part of me is grieving the loss of his childhood innocence.

A part of me is grieving the loss of parenthood innocence.

Death, even if touched only briefly, has this way of dulling even the brightest star in the sky.

At first, I was angry and wanted to point blame. I began with those in the pool, transitioned to the lifeguards around the perimeter, then finally settled on myself.

But, if I’m honest, the guilt didn’t last long. Hover parenting isn’t my style.

And what I came to is this: I am a Christian, and my response must be different. It also helped that – even after vomiting three times – my son begged me to return to lessons this past week.

So what was I to do? Unfortunately, you can’t Google your way to resolution with such a unique parenting crisis.

Instead, I prayed for discernment and immediately sensed clear direction: WAIT. For four days, I embraced my little boy and tried to cope by losing myself in long runs.

The next step, after my raging emotions were calmed, was contact with the aquatics center. During a 30-minute meeting with management, I offered suggestions for changes that may help prevent every parent’s worst nightmare in the pool.

Overall, the directors very receptive and the scene at our most recent lesson indicated that my voice was heard.

And, finally, the child piece. After all, when you’re a parent, your little ones watch your every move to reconcile their own struggles.

So a few days ago, my son and I made a thank you card for his swim instructor – ultimately the one who saved him. It was a simple message but spoken from the heart.

Over the last two weeks, I have been reminded that life is so fleeting – that our precious kids won’t always be within reach. But God shines His light on every moment.

And I praise Him for a little boy’s strength to hold on and a mother’s peace to forgive.

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5 thoughts on “Finding Forgiveness in the Tragic

  1. Every parents worst nightmare. I remember when my daughter had a febrile seizure. For a brief moment before she started convulsing, I didn’t know what was happening and all I knew was that she wasn’t breathing. I can’t say I have fully recovered from the scare of it a year later, even though it ended up being totally fine. So hard to accept my ultimate lack of control to keep her safe at every moment. Sounds like you handled the experience with grace, and by remaining true to your values. Good on you, Mama!

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    1. Your experience sounds terrifying! I have witnessed seizures on a few occasions, and the whole world seems to stop. I’m glad your daughter was okay. The lack of control is absolutely the hard part! I am learning that sometimes all you can do is pray for the strength to respond maturely and effectively. Thank you for the encouragement!

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